Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away

Even When I Look Straight Into The Milky Blue Eyes I Can't Find Myself Any More. When Did I Stop Being Me?

Although There Are Times I'd Give Anything To Have Her Back, I'm Glad She Went First. Losing Her Was Like Being Cleft Down The Middle. It Was The Moment It All Ended For Me, And I Wouldn't Have Wanted Her To Go Through That.

I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made My Bed And Now I Have To Lie In It.

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?